A lady from my church helps out a newly widowed man

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I laughed. “So that’s what that was about. You were kneading my butt like you were going to make biscuits out of it.”

Nancy laughed. “Yeah, well….when I’m not singing, and usually during the sermon when I’m off stage, I sit in the back.”

“I had noticed that.”

“So, one Sunday when I wasn’t singing, I was standing back there during worship, looking around to see who was there, my mind kind of wandering, and I noticed this guy in a pair of jeans, standing in one of the front rows.”

I smiled. “Yeah, and….”

“And I’m thinking, he has a nice ass. And it’s you!!”

“Ha, ha. And you had to have a piece of it.”

Nancy blushed. “Um…yeah.”

“Was it everything you expected??”

“Oh, yeah,” Nancy smiled broadly. “So was everything else!!”

I took her hands and kissed her. I thought about asking what inspired her to go after a 60 year old widowed man, or if she had done this before, but decided I’d just go with it. Sometimes it’s best not to ask too many questions.

Nancy and I were able to chat a few minutes after the service on Sunday, and made a plan for Thursday lunch at my house. It was a good free day for her, with the added plus that she should be clear of her time by then.

Thursday seemed an awfully long way off, but sometimes fate hands you a bonus. I was in the little Wal Mart on the west end of town on Tuesday afternoon, when I saw a familiar blonde looking in the meat case. I was first looking at the denim skirt and dark blue cardigan, then when she looked up, I realized it was Nancy. I walked over to her. She was holding a package of rib eyes.

“They’re pretty good with blue cheese melted on them.”

Nancy looked up, caught off guard, then realized it was me and laughed. “I heard that somewhere,” she said, giving me a big smile. I was quickly becoming enamored of her cheerfulness, and her smile could light up the whole town. We gave each other a kind of sideways hug at the meat section, chatted a few moments, then went our separate ways.

A few minutes later, I was over in the far end of the store looking for toothpaste and deodorant when I heard, “Hey!!” in a loud whisper. It was Nancy, standing in the main aisle at the end of the pet food. She looked up and down the main aisle she was standing in, then took two steps toward me, putting her out of the line of sight. She smiled at me, then reached up under her skirt. A moment later, she was slowly pulling down a pair of white cotton panties, which she slipped over one flip flop, then the other, rolled them up, and stuck them in her pocket.

A pair of plain white panties had never looked so sexy.

“Meet me outside after you check out. You know my van,” she said quietly, then backed out of the aisle and was gone. I finished up, getting to the checkouts just as Nancy was getting done. She gave me a quick glance as she went out the door.

I rushed through the checkout, one of those self serve things, which only served to prove my lack of aptitude as a checker. When I got outside, Nancy was already moving, heading to a more secluded spot toward a back corner of the lot, under a tree. I loaded my stuff and followed, parking on her passenger side. She rolled down the window.

“Back seat,” she called to me as the rear sliding door opened. By the time I moved from my car to hers, she was already in the back seat, leaned up against the window on the driver’s side. Her cardigan was now unbuttoned to just below her breasts. No bra today. How had I missed that earlier?? She still had both feet on the floor, and was kicking off her flip flops. I moved over to her, and we kissed. I reached in to play with her left breast, making the nipple stiffen immediately. She responded by pushing up my t-shirt, playing in the hair on my chest, then pushing it over my head and off.

She again reached for my chest. “I love a hairy chest,” she said, running her hands all over me. I was getting hard, almost to the point of pain by now. While Nancy was playing with my chest, I reached over to caress her right thigh. She responded by opening her legs to my touch. I teased her, rubbing up and down, but stopping just under the hem of her skirt, which made her giggle. I slowly worked up higher, finally reaching my goal. I was pleased to find I was not the only one with hair, feeling what seemed to be a nice crop of pubes under her skirt.

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